Please Don't Encounter a "Pig"

The guarding team only recruits new members on the first day of each month. Therefore, even though Ke Bei had already decided to join the guarding team, he couldn't undergo the assessment immediately.

Counting the days on his fingers, it would be October 1st in seven days. Ke Bei had a fulfilling time during these next seven days. At night, he practiced the Peiyuan Gong to strengthen his body, and during the day, he was so absorbed in studying the "Thunder Slash" that he forgot to eat and sleep.

After these seven days of study, Ke Bei basically mastered the technique of exerting force for the "Thunder Slash".

However, this technique of bursting out the strength of all the muscles in an instant placed a much greater burden on the body than Ke Bei had imagined. Even with his current physical strength, which was not much inferior to that of a Three Pole Realm enhancer, he would still feel muscle soreness after slashing the "Thunder Slash" seven or eight times in a row.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, as soon as it was just dawning, Ke Bei had already finished washing up. He put on the long-sleeved shirt made by Li Qianqian herself, changed into a new pair of leather shoes, and walked out of the house in high spirits.

Ke Bei lived in the South City District, and there was still a certain distance from the Greenstone Square in the East City District. When Ke Bei arrived at the registration office of the guarding team, a large number of martial artists were already sitting quietly.

"There are really a lot of people," Ke Bei took a slight breath as he looked at the dense crowd of people and sighed inwardly. There were at least over a thousand martial artists sitting here.

On the spacious Greenstone Square, two or three martial artists gathered together and whispered, all looking a bit nervous.

"Brother Yan, do you have confidence?"

A young man with a crew cut greeted the middle-aged man beside him, pretending to be relaxed.

"I can't say I'm confident. The assessment of the guarding team is much stricter than that of the Free Martial Artists Alliance," the middle-aged man frowned tightly with his thick black eyebrows and said in a somewhat heavy tone.

"I'm afraid there are over a thousand martial artists here for the assessment today, but I'm afraid no more than a hundred of them will pass the assessment."

"Is that so? Is it that strict?" The young man with a crew cut was a bit surprised.

"Of course. Do you think the official's such good treatment can be obtained casually?"

"That's right. Once you pass the assessment, you'll get a house and a set of weapons and equipment. How could the official do a losing business? However..."

The young man with a crew cut paused slightly, and a confident and firm look flashed in his eyes.

"I have confidence." The young man with a crew cut clenched his fist suddenly.

Ke Bei stood beside the young man with a crew cut and listened silently to their conversation, his expression not changing at all.

So what if the elimination rate is high?

Although he didn't know the specific content of the assessment, with Ke Bei's current strength comparable to that of a Three Pole Realm enhancer, if even he couldn't pass, who else could?

"Everyone," a loud voice suddenly reached the ears of every martial artist.

"Welcome to participate in the assessment of the guarding team. I'm very pleased that you have the courage to come here. Life in the base city is very comfortable. There are no zombies and no demon beasts here. But please keep in mind that the peace you enjoy today was opened up with the lives and blood of generations of guardians."

"I hope that most of you can pass the assessment. I hope you can survive and continue to protect humanity and the base city on behalf of the deceased guardians."

"Now the assessment officially begins."

Over a thousand martial artists stood on the spacious Greenstone Square. In front of the square stood a middle-aged man wearing a black battle suit and with a cold expression.

"Next, each of you come forward to receive your own number."

With a cold shout from the middle-aged man in the black battle suit, the martial artists went forward one by one in an orderly manner to receive a wooden plaque.

"Nine hundred and eighty-six." Ke Bei stepped forward, took a wooden plaque, and glanced at the number on the back.

"Those with numbers from 1 to 100, stand out."

After all the martial artists had received their plaques, the middle-aged man in black clothes gave another shout.

"Shua!"

A hundred martial artists participating in the assessment lined up neatly in a row.

"Divide into ten groups according to the order of the numbers and follow me."

The middle-aged man in black took big strides and walked towards the huge building at the end of the Greenstone Square.

This building was extremely magnificent. From the outside, it was round, and when viewed from above, it was oval, covering an area of about 60,000 square meters. On the ground floor, facing the Greenstone Square, there were ten round arches.

The middle-aged man in the black battle suit nodded to the guards in heavy armor standing at the arches. The ten arches, each two meters high and one meter wide, opened simultaneously.

"After one hour, if there are more than six people alive in the team you're in, you will pass the preliminary assessment," the middle-aged man swept his expressionless gaze over the ten teams.

"Go in."

With a cold shout from the middle-aged man, the ten teams with the first hundred numbers entered the ten arches respectively.

Rumble!

After everyone had entered, the heavy arches made of steel bars slowly closed.

An hour later, the arches opened again.

The middle-aged man in the black battle suit coldly swept his gaze over each team.

"Team One, three remaining members, eliminated."

"Team Two, eliminated."

"Team Three, six members, passed."

...

"Team Nine, eight remaining members, passed."

"Team Ten, eliminated."

"Team Nine and Team Three, all team members stay where you are to rest. The others can leave."

The middle-aged man turned around indifferently and walked towards the Greenstone Square.

"Those with numbers from 101 to 200, stand out."

Another group of people followed the middle-aged man in black towards the magnificent round building.

"Alas, only two out of the ten teams passed. But that Team Nine is so strong, there are actually eight people left," the Greenstone Square where the martial artists were located was not far from the round building, and the situation over there could be seen clearly. Only two out of the ten teams passed, and everyone felt a bit heavy-hearted. When they saw that eight people came out of Team Nine, they couldn't help but feel a bit envious.

"The mortality rate is really high." Ke Bei frowned tightly. His attention was not on the two successful teams but on those failed teams.

"Ten teams, there were a total of a hundred people when they went in, but in the end, less than forty people came out, and only fourteen people actually passed the assessment."

"And this is just the preliminary test."

"The guarding team is indeed not easy to get into. It's really not easy to get a house and a set of weapons and armor for free," Ke Bei sighed with emotion and looked down at the wooden plaque in his hand.

"Not afraid of an enemy as powerful as a god, but afraid of a teammate as useless as a pig."

"I hope I don't encounter a 'pig'."

Ke Bei originally had full confidence in passing the assessment, but now after seeing the assessment method of the guarding team, he had a bit of doubt in his heart. He was strong enough, but what if his teammates were not capable?

As the twilight gradually approached and the setting sun was as red as blood, several hours had quietly passed in the blink of an eye. The middle-aged man in black came again.

"Those with numbers from 901 to 1000, stand out."

Ke Bei tightened his grip on the wooden plaque in his hand, exhaled a breath gently, and slowly walked out.

"Finally, it's my turn."